Editing Toaru Majutsu no Index:GT Volume11 Chapter4 (section)

===Part 4===

The darkness was pulled back.

Everything was exposed to the light.

The lord of demons, the lord of hell, Satan, Beelzebub, Lucifer. He had many important-sounding names, but what was he really? Not knowing the answer had to be the better choice in this case, but the answer was presented to Kamijou against his will.

“!!?”

He seriously considered crushing his own eyes before anything could happen.

But he didn’t have the time or the resolve. His sensibilities from his time alive got in the way.

The wicked light swept aside the kind darkness before he could do anything.

Yes.

''There was nothing there?

“Wha-?”

The expression of shock actually came from Rosencreutz.

A rumbling sound followed.

The tremor thundered out and the thick ice shattered in a chain reaction.

But it wasn’t that CRC had miscalculated. Something clearly unnatural lay before them. There was a gap in the center of the frozen lake. Located past the source of the mystery impact. It was located unnaturally far away from the center of the giant piece of ice.

There was no point in discussing who had done it.

There were only so many experts who could handle a direct battle with the true lord of hell who could shatter souls just by being seen.

She had done it empty handed.

Her arms were spread wide.

And she hadn’t hesitated.

“Anna Kingsford!? Did you directly challenge him without a second thought? He is the very core of hell, a part of the almighty god’s plan!!”

Now that the ultimate attack had ended in a dud, nothing remained to stop Kamijou.

He once more stepped toward CRC.

Powerfully.

Rosencreutz immediately slashed his fingers through the air.

Kamijou was faster.

His right fist shattered the magic and the tip of the silver-haired young man in red’s fingernail split. Producing a single drop of blood 

It was 1-on-1.

Kamijou refused to rely on the reckless Dragon Strike which required cutting off his own arm, but he had still hung on this far. The young man’s face twisted at that fact and Kamijou Touma whispered to him.

“I might not have been able to win if you were Christian Rosencreutz.”

“Boy, what are you-”

“But right now, you aren’t the CRC who attacked Academy City.”

Yes.

That was it.

Something had felt off. He had thought hell was such hopeless place that there was no entertainment here, but it had still been odd.

CRC was somehow different from when he had fought in Academy City.

“You showed an interest in everything and made all sorts of detours. You cried at the drop of a hat and displayed empathy which led you to readily destroy an entire country or the whole world.”

“Kh.”

“That was the unmanageable disaster named Christian Rosencreutz!! But I’ve been watching you throughout our journey in hell. You never complained to our guide Kingsford and you just followed the standard path. You can’t afford to play around now that you’re in hell, can you? Rosencreutz was selfish and capricious, which made him hard to predict, but that identity’s been stripped away, leaving only Johann Valentin Andreae!!”

The hints had been found all throughout hell.

None of it had been a waste. You could not lie to yourself.

The path here had shown Kamijou the answer.

“You might have the same cards in your deck, but now the more responsible Johann Valentin Andreae is in charge. You’re easy to predict. I know all your cards and you have a terrible poker face, so you have no chance of winning!!”

Kamijou wouldn’t let him escape.

Kamijou wouldn’t allow another tragedy.

Kamijou wouldn’t let anyone else cry.

This one attack would save him and the world.

He had a tightly-clenched fist.

He was already in range.

Whatever CRC thought of that fact, he let out a roar.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

No, that was not Christian Rosencreutz.

It was Johann Valentin Andreae.

That dangerous expert had to know that his odds of defeating Kamijou would be higher if he stuck to playing the selfish, capricious, and unpredictable CRC.

But in that final moment, he was not Rosencreutz.

Johann came to the forefront.

As Kamijou Touma exposed his entire being and moved in for the attack, the man who had once been a 15-year-old boy may have wanted to also attack as himself.

Even if his coldly calculating side knew that would reduce his odds.

One of them spoke.

“I want to go back…”

“Yes,” agreed the other. “I want to go back.”

And they shouted as one as they reached each other.

“I want to go back!!!” “I want to go back!!!”

A dull impact exploded out.

Kamijou Touma’s right fist caught the young man’s cheekbone and pushed in.

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